Chapter Thirteen

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Davina's POV

Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Stop" I say tiredly.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

I swear I'm about to fight.

No one messes with my sleep.

"Stop it" I grumbled.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

With my eyes still closed I screamed "Arggggh!"

I push with all my strength at whatever is poking me.

I heard a thump and then a familiar voice say "Aw shit"

I open my eyes and see Damien on the floor with a look of pain on his face.

"Your a bitch" he groaned getting up.

"What crackhead disturbs someone's sleep?" I glared at him, I turned my phone on and see it's 8 am!

Too fucken early.

"It's 8 in the morning! Damien what the hell!" I yell at him.

"I know D, I'm sorry I got here like at 1 am and you know I'm an early bird so I got bored and I've missed your stupid ass so I decided to wake you up gently" he says innocently.

I glare at him knowing what he's saying is true, Damien has always woke me up in the worst ways possible to throwing ice water at me or lighting up fart bombs.

We have this prank war going on.

"I've missed you too D, but just know our prank wars is back on and I'm not going to be gentle" I say smirking at him.

"It's on" he smiles.

1 hr later...

"I can't believe you bought us both a car!" Damien shouts excitedly at my dad.

"You like it?" My dad says nervously.

"Hell yeah let's go drive it" he tells my dad.

"Alright lets go" my dad replied.

Sure forget about me.

I go up stairs and pick up my phone that was charging.

40%

Good enough.

A smile makes it up to my face when I see the text I receive.

Angelo: I miss your annoying ass

Me: I'm sure you do.

Angelo: You don't miss me?

Me: Maybe a little, when are you coming back?

Angelo: Wednesday, I have to go I'll call you later baby

  Me: Alright bye.

"Davina!" I hear Damien shout.

He's crazy if he thinks I'm going to get up from my bed and go to him.

"Davina!!" He screams again.

I'm not going downstairs.

Suddenly he barges into my room with an angry look on his face "When were you going to tell me?" He asks angrily.

What's he talking about?

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and ask "What are you talking about?"

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